Winter Wooksie

My belly is lucid in the cracked-corn morning
This to do. Calmness make a list ten years long
worship with Reverend Robot Ham, arrow-headed boy
                     21st chapter of death etc.
A line of kids for a cold walk in the sun, down the block
They pass the fake house where they know not to knock
Recycling bins crusty while they do the spin cycle
Clean Jesus on the cracked tiles
Hey my mailman works this street too
A thousand things within reach beneath the bargain dump roof
All of them for you. None of them will do
Maybe chase down a squirrel & shave it neat
My steam will leave me & feed you. Chicken tonight, now
Daylight owl & pigeons calm on the equilateral roof of truth
He avoids me with his music shy aloof
Home with a two-dollar tuber meat for your mouth
Pink sidewalk the tonguey blocks to your house

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Past my pole the boughs bend in knots
Winter risen against the skid
Bonemeal flour
Placing one foot after the step of another
Daddy I am a snowpile
It's not clear who will survive the contest tonight
The sick who walk the streets
Snowblowers your dowsy arms blowing
On the couch I was born on in a house I've never been
Imaginary attics and antics of the elbow
The mammal is a passionate animal
Well I think this is a fucked up and beautiful letter.